Michael Shaye - Letter Lyrics

I tried to let this shit go
I guess in a way I am letting it go

I hope you feel this shit
Aye Mike I hope you feel this shit
Ya boy wrote the illest Shit
Yo Mike this the realest shit

Ha I never felt yo energy
How we blood never felt no symmetry
How we blood and you feel like a enemy
I guess when you stop writing that you ended me
I pray to God that this malice don't hender me
It's better odds that ya absence made a better me
Plus my mom a bigger G then you'll ever B
This the last time you getting mentioned lyrically
Mentally im passed you nigga
Gas this nigga
Light a match you turn to flashes, now you ashes nigga
Held captive
Wait one minute here's the hat trick
3 grandkids from ya thelonious bastard
My sis told you bout em and it's still no answer
Sick of the antics
Still ya image keep prancin
Around in my head would you care if I was dead
I will not shed a tear when you die but instead
Imma light one
RIP this f*ck boy then light one
I gave you 29 years to get right bruh
Michael Shaye got debts to pay
I get sick to my stomach when I say my name
And Jordan got ya last so that's got to change
I got some change
But dummy man we could've rich
Athletic as shit , you should've put me on the field
All I knew was A.i
Even lied in my letters
Told you 9 sacks a game
For that shit you lame
You a dud man
Never should've said anything
I gotta son outta state
Still will not hesitate
To hop into my wheel
Just to make my sons day
And you taught me so much
Every thing that you ain't
Baby boy he so clutch from the women to the bank
No excuse you can make
Not a thing you can say
That will take back this shame
It's alright im okay

Aye Mike I hope you feel this shit
Aye Mike I hope feel this shit
Ya boy wrote the illest shit
This the realest shit
Cant wait till you hear this shit
Ya boy wrote the illest shit
Aye Mike I hope you feel this shit

Funny shit you got another named after you
Do he know he got brother named after after you
I ain't tripping cuz he prolly think you shitty too
How many siblings do I really got don't got a clue
When I look into the mirror see ya residue
And now my sons asking me where the hell are you
If you pop up when I'm famous then I'm ending you
That ain't admission I got mental shit in store for you
A mental prison suits u well you can look at you
You gon die knowing that I knew tha bitch in you

Lemme show you how to be a man homie
Sick in the head still I can get to bread strohmans
You know what that shit did to me Dawg
I used to lie and say you famous but I'm sick of you Dawg
Put em sleep then, EVERYTIME I'm cool they creep in
These demons
Guess I be a wolf in sheep skin
This Majin
Send this dead beat to colonics
Keep feeding you vomit
Till you Shit out ya conscious
That we been waiting on for so long
I can't believe I used to dream of folk lore
You ain't the first one and not gon be last
I guess this message for the ones without a dad
They need you way more then we need them
A lot of them don't get it till they six feet In

Aye Mike I hope you feel this shit
Aye Mike I hope you feel this shit
Ya boy wrote the illest shit
This the illest shit
Cant wait till you hear this shit
Ya boy wrote the illest shit
Aye Mike I hope you feel this shit